Fires of Hell

Stripes behind a wall of wire
Kindling for a feral fire
Silenced are their passioned pleas
And tunes played on piano keys

Wispy waves of herded sheep
Sometimes near a hundred deep
Some go left and others right
Half don't see the morning light

Pungent smoke would fill the air
A familiar scent of flesh and hair
And so we'd sit and count our numbers
Remembering those now gone to slumber

Each passing day our shadows fade
A somber song - a dim parade
It's only now our spirits soar
To know the fires will burn no more



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